Pravæk Tura followed close behind his fellow lanterns, he heard the one called Varn to his left speaking.
"I acted on instinct, I trusted my will to do what was needed of me." Pravæk said looking towards his comrade, "Death is of no concern to me, I will die in service to The Guardians and fear not death nor what comes after it. I am concerned only with the safety of others, my own is nothing to be worried about."
With that Pravæk turned forward and continued to follow behind the one called Crux.
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Ulfr had been sitting awake in his bed for some time now, he was staring at the ceiling waiting for his alarm to go off. He heard the fire tone of it and sprung, his right arm slammed down on the small clock as he threw back his covers and bolted upright. He smiled looking down at the crushed alarm clock, he loved being strong like this. It was great, he walked to the bathroom and turned on the light looking in the mirror, he was even more muscular than before and he loved the look of it. He flexed briefly then looked closer in the mirror, he pulled down his eyebrows and looked into his eyes, no red veins and no bags. He had only slept 3 hours last night, he typically slept around 5 but didnt feel like he needed it. He hopped in the shower for near 10 minutes, he hopped out and dried himself then grabbed his canister of moose spraying some into his hands. He rubbed them together then pushed them through his hair forming his mohawk. He grabbed a pair of scissors he had left on the sink and cut off his beard braids, as proud of his braids he was he couldnt risk them being a hindrance. He walked to his duffel bag and pulled out his black workout shorts then pulled on an UnderArmor sleeveless shirt, he liked his shield sweatshirt so he grabbed it and pulled it on then checked his watch and realized he was nearly late. He quickly made his way to the gym and jogged to the doors swinging them open, he looked ahead of him to see THE Captain America. He took his place next to two other people, one guy, one girl. In a few seconds another man came in behind Ulfr. Ulfr resumed his steely composure and stood at attention.
Ispep said
You dun fucked up.
Ruhroh
Why has nothing happened since I posted?
Victor looked around the bar, he looked back at Millie who was intently watching Deon. Victor scoffed and sipped his drink, she was into him. It was clear, no matter what she said she was into him, Victor let out a small laugh and looked over to Logan. She was talking to someone, no not someone just nothing. Victor didn't know what to do so he just watched her until she snapped back to it, she said something Victor couldn't hear but she looked troubled. Victor reached behind the counter and grabbed a bottle of Vodka and pulled the top off and threw it aside. He took a fairly sized swig and then held it in front of Logan, he remembered something he had been through and remembered the great philosophy. Alcohol doesn't solve anything but milk doesn't get you drunk. He leaned in and spoke loudly enough for her to hear.
"Drink," he said encouragingly "It helps to keep you occupied."
He pushed the bottle into her hands and continued.
"I don't much care what you're going through but we are Wolves, we look out for one another and if one of us is weak they hinder the pack. If you need to talk we can talk but while there are Lost Ones about we are fucking stones, understood?
Victor left her with the bottle at the bar and pushed his way through the crowd trying to find his way to the restroom but he ended up getting caught in he mob, some chick started dancing in front of him. He easily pushed her aside and found a sign that pointed him in the right direction .
"Drink," he said encouragingly "It helps to keep you occupied."
He pushed the bottle into her hands and continued.
"I don't much care what you're going through but we are Wolves, we look out for one another and if one of us is weak they hinder the pack. If you need to talk we can talk but while there are Lost Ones about we are fucking stones, understood?
Victor left her with the bottle at the bar and pushed his way through the crowd trying to find his way to the restroom but he ended up getting caught in he mob, some chick started dancing in front of him. He easily pushed her aside and found a sign that pointed him in the right direction .
Victor smiled as the lights dimmed and some music started playing, he looked around to see some tall dude walking into the cage. After that the music shifted, the crowd got much louder, the energy surged, he recognized the music and the vibe. He saw movement towards the back of the bar, he saw the crowd parting where his fellow Wolf made his way to the cage. He smiled seeing Deon walk through the clinging women and took a small sip of his drink, he looked around and spotted Logan next to him. He gave her a brief nod of acknowledgement and turned back to the show that was Deon's entrance.
"Deon does love to show himself off doesnt he?" Victor said leaning against the bar a broad smile on his face. He let out a small laugh at the sheer vanity of Deon and then when Deon threw his shirt and Victor saw a bunch of chicks dive for it swinging and pulling hair. He couldnt help but look to Millie, she always seemed to like Deon so naturally one would assume she'd be watching intently.
"The crowd certainly praises him as much as he does himself." Victor said with a laugh. He looked at the other fighter for a second and remembered he might have been a member of the Lost Ones, then he recalled the two from earlier. He had lost them in the crowd but kept himself on guard, he wasnt about to let anyone of the lady Wolves get killed or hurt because of those fucks. He figured Jillian would handle herself well and defend Angel. He was worried about Millie and Logan, obviously they werent incapable of fighting but he didnt trust the Lost Ones not to take advantage of the guy on girl fight. The asian kid seemed like he could do some damage but not the younger looking kid, hell he didnt think that the stoner could do shit in a fight other than kiddy slap. Victor had deduced he was a stoner from his demeanor when he entered the bar and how he had talked to the asian kid, he was just noticable. Not that Victor had any problems with this, he had been stoned out of his mind plenty of times, he recalled one of those times fondly actually. He remembered this one chick who was trying to be one of the Wolves and the pair of them got stoned, neither of them were exactly level minded so naturally it went from flirting to something more scandelous. He never recalled what happened to that chick, or even who she was, but he certainly remembered it fondly.
His mind wandered and he thought about scoring some after beating that kid into the floor, maybe he should befriend the kid find out who he got his shit from and recruit him. His mind kind of soared and stared down into his drink just drifting into thought.
"Deon does love to show himself off doesnt he?" Victor said leaning against the bar a broad smile on his face. He let out a small laugh at the sheer vanity of Deon and then when Deon threw his shirt and Victor saw a bunch of chicks dive for it swinging and pulling hair. He couldnt help but look to Millie, she always seemed to like Deon so naturally one would assume she'd be watching intently.
"The crowd certainly praises him as much as he does himself." Victor said with a laugh. He looked at the other fighter for a second and remembered he might have been a member of the Lost Ones, then he recalled the two from earlier. He had lost them in the crowd but kept himself on guard, he wasnt about to let anyone of the lady Wolves get killed or hurt because of those fucks. He figured Jillian would handle herself well and defend Angel. He was worried about Millie and Logan, obviously they werent incapable of fighting but he didnt trust the Lost Ones not to take advantage of the guy on girl fight. The asian kid seemed like he could do some damage but not the younger looking kid, hell he didnt think that the stoner could do shit in a fight other than kiddy slap. Victor had deduced he was a stoner from his demeanor when he entered the bar and how he had talked to the asian kid, he was just noticable. Not that Victor had any problems with this, he had been stoned out of his mind plenty of times, he recalled one of those times fondly actually. He remembered this one chick who was trying to be one of the Wolves and the pair of them got stoned, neither of them were exactly level minded so naturally it went from flirting to something more scandelous. He never recalled what happened to that chick, or even who she was, but he certainly remembered it fondly.
His mind wandered and he thought about scoring some after beating that kid into the floor, maybe he should befriend the kid find out who he got his shit from and recruit him. His mind kind of soared and stared down into his drink just drifting into thought.
Things is getting heated, da robbery shall be noice.
OutlawedPanda said
So Telltale's Walking Dead game is in season two... the newest episode... is called Amid the Ruins.... Anyone got a copyright lawyer?
FUCKING THANK YOU! I COULDNT HAVE BEEN THE ONLY ONE TO THINK OF THIS!
Irish had gotten an hour of sleep, he didnt mind after a few cups of coffee. Once he got up and at it he knew they would be deploying soon so he restocked on ammo and grabbed a Lynx just incase, he slung it over his shoulder and found Huscarl and the rest of Delta a few minutes before they all loaded up onto the UGV. He didnt like riding something that wasnt made for transport but he wasnt about to complain, he knew enough to shut his trap and keep composure. He climbed on to the UGV and found himself a fairly stable place to sit so that he wasnt left behind, while he was on he watched his teammates, each had a calm facial expression. The lot of them were all experienced combatants and knew how to keep it together. He couldnt tell what was going on in their minds and he didnt care, well he cared enough so that the mission didnt turn into a cluster fuck. He sat and rode the UGV into the foggy dawn, towards Delta's position.
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